A pearl. Black in coloration. It is formatted like a simple, unencrypted diary found prevalently among commoners.
313.221.24.107 - PEARL DIARY
My death is fated for tomorrow. The thickest nectar flows down the tree's bark.
Water is at its trunk. The nectar knows this, but it is powerless.
I, as the nectar, will disperse across the world, hardly an echo of my past self.
My sweetness, my substance. All gone.
They talk about death as this escape from an ever-torturous experience. A house in which you are locked for all of time.
I think it's pretty here. I find joy in maintaining this house. I revel in washing its cloths. I adore sweeping its tiles.
They would let it rot before clearing a single mote of dust.
313.221.25.023 - PEARL DIARY
I do not understand, why they see death as such an adorable thing. It rips someone from their ability to create; to improve the lives of those around them. There is nothing to adore in that.
If they find this, and they likely will, I will be declared a blasphemer, and my memory removed from all standing records.
I do not know what to make of this. Things were much different when I was born, all of those ages ago.
I was taught to love and to hold on to what's dear.
To bring up others around me, and to make their lives an embodiment of glee.
313.222.08.235 - PEARL DIARY
The ascensionists were a small group then. A tiny cluster of those who had lives so miserable they sought, through any means they could, to end it.
That word isn't used anymore. I will be labeled a cyclist.
"One who revels in chaos and suffering."
Today, that cannot be closer to the truth.
As when they take me there,
My plan is set.
313.222.09.114 - PEARL DIARY
Through their own mechanism, their lives will be transfigured into one eternal torment. Their skin will boil into itself, and melt into the floor. Their arms and legs bound by the invisible force of their divine regailia.
Forever.
313.222.09.994 - PEARL DIARY
And I will leave that place, presumed ascended, and start my new life on the surface.
With all whom I love and hold dear.
We will revel in the mundane, and we will create.
Until the end of time.
SIGNED - THREE SEEDS, RESIDENT OF ONE LIVING BLOCK, SLIVER OF STRAW SUPERSTRUCTURE
